[Her eyes never leave his back as he leads her into the less crowded—less crowded by whose standards, Cidolfus?—part of the fair, and while there is so much to see and smell and hear, she is caught up in the broadness of his shoulders as they move, that confident swagger he still boasts after all these years, and that smile that she wishes she could swipe away, if only so that her heart would stop hammering against the inside of her chest the way that it is right now.
It's when he speaks again that she is pulled free from her wandering thoughts, and she bristles again as if she'd been caught.]
Not too sweet. [A pause, and as she turns her head away, her eyes flit to him briefly through her peripheral.] But I wouldn't mind a little sweet.
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It's when he speaks again that she is pulled free from her wandering thoughts, and she bristles again as if she'd been caught.]
Not too sweet. [A pause, and as she turns her head away, her eyes flit to him briefly through her peripheral.] But I wouldn't mind a little sweet.